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Minsija (Roleplay)

I yelp in pain. "Get that away from me, I'm not telling you about the king." I can't let them know that's my dad!

- - - Post Merge - - -

(Get in da chat)

(Did you see my truth or dare o///o)
 
"I will never tell you about farth-" I stop myself, crap.

(I had to confess 'true feelings' through a paragraph, but it's not the anymore I don't think it's in review mode so I was like. "Pffffffft, haha, nice try FireNinja")
 
"I will never tell you about farth-" I stop myself, crap.

(I had to confess 'true feelings' through a paragraph, but it's not the anymore I don't think it's in review mode so I was like. "Pffffffft, haha, nice try FireNinja")

(Oh yeahhhh...that.)
Father? "Now, let me state it this way: where's daddy?"
 
I scowl at her in defeat. "Like I would ever tell a scum bag like you!" (How do we turn this into a Romeo Juliet ship lmfao. )
 
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(We don't)
I look at Sirion (is that it?). "Should we maybe keep him here until tomorrow to ask him more questions?"
 
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I start planning the next attack. I'm not sure who, but my goal was to attack the stronger side.
 
I plan an ambush along a small trail that I knew that whoever I was attacking wouldn't expect...the trail forked in two so I had that luxury. Thankfully I had militants that could help me (I promise you that I won't pull a "oh look I got everyone to surrender" thing) accomplish that. Now to contact the other general.
 
Okay, I think I've gotten this plan down. Now to talk to the general to see if this will be executed.
 
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"General! I have an idea!"

"What is it?! I've had enough of you teenagers coming up with the literally— well...I guess we could make it work somehow..." He continues to survey the map.

(NATE WHERE ARE YOU)
 
I read as I wander around, and not paying attention, I almost walk into Emily. "Oh, sorry Emily," I apologise.
(There you go Jessica ;))
 
Name: Nevele ( Nuh-vell )
Gender: F
Age: 24
Nation: Neutralist
Appearance: Average height, blonde-orangey short hair.
Personality: Logical, calm, disciplined.
Shipping Preferences: YAS.
 
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